Monday, August 31, 2009
If I ever say the words YARD SALE again. . .
. . . somebody slap me, HARD!
See, here's the thing. I love Yard Sales. I come from a long line of yard salers, going back generations. I love going to Yard Sales. I used to love having Yard Sales. And in the past, they've been really successful. I've made over $500 more than once in my yard sale-ing career. So it's going to be really hard to resist having one in the future.
But apparently, Yard Sales are a younger woman's game because this one absolutely did me in.
First, there was the emotional part of it. I ended up sending over 600 books out the door. That was really, really hard and part of me is now regretting it. Logically, I know it was a good move and that I'll probably never open that used bookstore I dream about at night.
But emotionally? It was like saying goodbye to friends who are moving to the other side of the world and I may never see them again.
Then there's the physical part of it. I'm not very strong. My arm muscles are like spaghetti. Sometimes my leg muscles can barely get me up the steps, and if I'm carrying anything (like boxes of books), they just won't lift us both.
I spent four days sorting books, deciding what to keep and what to let go, then carting them up from downstairs. I pulled stuff out of my garage and sorted through it. (Clean Sweep has nuthin' on me!) My girls came to help on Saturday and I couldn't have done it without them because by then, I was hurting bad.
After the sale, we hauled everything to D.I.—two truck loads.
Sunday morning, I woke up sick and sad. Sick from dust allergies, and sad because I have an overactive mind/body connection and when I stress my body, I get depressed. I yelled at my DH several times, and then around 9:00 p.m., I had a total meltdown—sobbing uncontrollably over something really stupid.
I'm better today. Better—in that I probably won't yell or cry. But I'm still depressed.
So, now you're wondering, was it worth it? From a purely monetary standpoint, no. After expenses (hiring neighbor boys to help, signage, etc.), I only cleared about $100.
But, after I get undepressed again, it will totally have been worth the effort of dejunking. In the past month (including what is going to the dump later today), I figure I've moved about 10 pick-up trucks of stuff I no longer need or want out of my home.
I'm not proud that it was in there in the first place, but I'm dang proud it's gone!
And as soon as I get my energy level back, I'm determined to continue on until I'm pared down to only the things I use and love.